"Take a little walk to the edge of town, go across the tracksWhere the viaduct looms like a bird of doom, as it shifts and cracksWhere secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires,Hey man you know you're never coming backPast the square, past the bridge, past the mills past the stacksOn a gathering storm comes a tall handsome manIn a dusty black coat with a red right hand.

He'll wrap you in his arms tell you that you've been a good boyHe'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy.He'll reach deep into your soul, steal your shrinking soulbut there wont be a single thing that you can doHe's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guruThey're whispering his name though this disapearing landBut hidden in his coat is a red right hand

You dont own no money? He'll get you someYou don't have no car? he'll get you oneYou dont have no self respect you feel like an insect,Well dont you worry buddy coz here he comesThrough the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slumsA shadow is cast whereever he standsStacks of green paper in his red right hand

You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreamsHe'll appear out of no where but he aint what he seemsYou'll see him in your head, on the TV screenAnd hey buddy, Im warning you to turn it offHe's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guruYou're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plandesigned and directed by his red right hand"